Humor
A Dragon Dilemma
Light fell in slanted pools around the base of the ancient oak tree. Its gnarled roots spread across the mossy clearing, and all the young saplings kept a respectful distance, bowing their heads as a light breeze rippled through them. The oak had been there long before the forest that surrounded it. Sigils were carved deep in its bark, their meanings long since lost to time.
By Angel Whelan3 years ago in Fiction
A Dragon Dilemma
Light fell in slanted pools around the base of the ancient oak tree. Its gnarled roots spread across the mossy clearing, and all the young saplings kept a respectful distance, bowing their heads as a slight breeze rippled through them. The oak had been there long before the forest that surrounded it. Sigils were carved deep in its bark, their meanings long since lost to time.
By Angel Whelan3 years ago in Fiction
Doom, Boom, and the Baby
"It's alive." "It's awake." "It blinked." "I saw." Doom and Boom stared at the tiny bundle of cloth, trying to decide what course of action to take. As always, they were of two minds on the matter. This wouldn't be such a problem, except that their two minds shared one body. To take any action, they would need to agree. However, until a consensus could be reached, both would be stuck doing nothing but looking, listening, and—of course—talking.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist3 years ago in Fiction
The Beginning of Darkness
The roars of the Orc horde could have been heard from beneath the mines of Dresebul, the deepest mines of the world. They flew forward in a rage as the people of the small village of Fawnlight, within the land of Asterine, screamed and ran for cover. This small fishing village stood no chance against the onslaught as the Orc horde overcame them as a shadow cast from a setting sun overtakes the land. Fires erupted, people scattered and screamed as they attempted to escape their fate from the large apex predators viewing the village as prey today. Smoke filled the sky, the once stark crimson of a sunrise now marking a day of bloodshed. A young woman with a fresh gash upon her forehead cowers behind a dying horse, her small sweating hands exacerbating the horse’s temperament from a giant axe wound at its nape. Within her grasp, her younger brother swaddled against her chest. As she attempted to run, she is knocked over by the panicking horse, almost like a candle in the night, giving attention to a group of Orcs as she attempts to flee. She scrambled up on her feet and ran further and further, tears flew down her face, her breath caught in her throat, the burning sensation of the smoke caused her to choke, the burns of the fire were fresh upon her back. She still saw the stuck face of her mother seared into her memory. The sword wound in the young girl’s abdomen created more tension as she attempted to flee. The Orcs were gaining, their grunting to one another now a perfect harmony of understanding on how to corner their next meal. The sobbing of the young woman was overcome by the screams from behind her, the clumping of heavy feet gaining upon her, and the now dead silence in front of her. She hurried forward still, sheer willpower drove her until her foot caught on a decaying log and she fell into a wide birth of uprooted and torn down trees. She buried her burnt and scratched face into her hands, as she attempted to cocoon her young brother with her quivering body. She struggled to breathe as she cried, awaiting with torturous agony of what the Orcs had in store for her and her brother. After what felt like an eternity, she rolled over and wiped her eyes, looking in bewilderment at the group of Orcs staring past her with dumbfounded looks painted on their bloodied faces. She turned around to see a very large golden dragon, its neck curling backward like a cobra preparing to strike, its tongue flickering in and out while its hands spread wide, showing massive golden scaled wings in between its long and outstretched fingers.
By Sean Hubbard3 years ago in Fiction
Little Blue
she touched my breast with her Rough hands. The same hands I had caught a glimpse of her grip the basketball with. I watched as she plow past the girls on the court. I was nervous about when she asked me on a Date, all those times in the locker room after games did she feel my stares…Tiffaney wrote in her diary eager to fill the pages with juicy details of her first date with a Female… Sam liked Tiffaney before she got exposed as a Lesbian. Now since Tiffany was known for the Rainbow lifestyle Sam was confident enough to ask her out for a date.
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon's Angel
Prologue The whole forest was alight with revelry and cheer as the noble families from the Lunar Kingdom prepared to come down for their yearly visit to Efril. The natives had a week-long holiday that they celebrated for these royals, called the moonlight festival, in which the king and queen and their court would ride down the mountainside from their secluded castle in elegant horse-drawn carriages.
By Brenna Williams3 years ago in Fiction
